XXIX: What can you hear?

Listen.
What can you hear?
This is the sound of angels.

Listen –
This is the sound of angels.

XXVII: There's a hole

There’s a hole in my heart –
It helps my life-blood flow.

There’s a hole in my head –
It lets in fresh air.

There’s a hole in my soul –
It’s open and waiting for You.

XXV: Pride comes before a fall

Pride come before a fall.
Or so they say.
But I fell down in a humble mood –
The other day.

I won’t say that I’m modest,
But I wouldn’t say I’m proud.
So how did I fall the other day,
While walking in the crowd?

I didn’t have my head up high.
I didn’t push or shove.
I had my eyes down on my feet,
And my thoughts on the above.

I didn’t meet a stranger’s eye,
Or get in their way.
Yes, I was in a humble mood –
The other day.

I can’t see that I did anything wrong,
And yet I fell.
Perhaps somebody tripped me up.
I couldn’t tell.

I’m not a proud kind of person.
It’s not my vice.
I’m patient, and pleasant, and – well,
I hope quite nice.

Pride comes before a fall.
Or so they say.
But I fell down in a humble mood –
The other day.

XX: Sacrifice

Sturdy Oak.
Golden Bough.
Weeping Willow.
Tell me how.

How can it be
That such a tree
Should bear such pain
For you and me?

XVII: Gifts

The Lord has given you many gifts.
They’re inside you.
You are the wrapping paper for God’s gifts.
Your hair is the ribbon.

When I first realised that God has given me gifts
I tried to figure out what they were.
I shook myself lightly.
Put my ear to my chest.
Looked at my shape and tried to guess what was inside.
Turned myself upside down and rattled myself.

But it was no good.
Eventually I went back to God and asked sweetly if He could help.
And He opened me up.

XV: The divine image

Jesus in a manger,
Looking up at me,
While anger blazes through the world, and sometimes
Men are cheating and sometimes men are lying,
Crying.

Jesus in his mother’s arms
Looks up at me,
While in distant lands sword crosses sword,
And blood is watered down with tears,
And fears.

Jesus on a cross,
Looking out at me,
While a thousand thousand empty faces
Wait beyond the blackness, and far across the sea,
Patiently.

Jesus in a manger,
Looking up at me.